Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.
While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future
Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.
Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.
Stronger than thunder's winged force All-powerful gold can speed its course; Through watchful guards its passage make, And loves through solid walls to break.
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!